Maisie<below long> -sorry - don't know how to get the exclamation point at beginning - why are you scared? I learned to drive very late myself. It was a requirement for my first significant post-college job, where I was a case manager. I worked with people with cognitive/intellectual disabilities/severe LD and on the severe end of the Spectrum. I had to make home visits across the county in my state. When I was first hired there, my husband, my dad or sometimes another case worker would drive me around, sometimes even taking me AND the client if the consumer needed to go to the store or something. But to keep my job I had to learn. I was pretty scared to. I didn't learn in high school as I was really shy/awkward and somewhat behind my peers. My LD <un-diagnosed in high school> also made it more challenging. I failed my road test twice. But I kept trying. I was about 22/23 then, somewhere in there. During the adult driver's ed course I never learned to drive on the freeway<interstate>. About 4 years ago we moved to a rural area outside the city where I was born and raised. We hadn't planed to move out so far but the housing/mortgage debacle happened around the time we were trying to sell <for 2 Summers we tried> and so in the end conditions of the situation forced us to look further out and find something quickly. From where we now live to the city it's about 45 minutes to an hour or more depending on weather/traffic - IF you take the back roads and not the interstate. If you take the interstate, the time cuts down to to between about half an hour to an hour, on average, depending on where you're trying to get. When we first moved out here, my folks still lived back in the city. Then circumstances happened and I needed to get a job and what came up was a job back in the city about 15 minutes from where we USED TO live. I still hadn't learned to drive on the freeway but these trips back and forth were just....toooooo long. One day I was on my way to meet someone for a educational dog-related event. She lived back in the city- she was going to drive us to this event which was actually PAST where I now lived - but I didn't know how to get there. So she wanted to go too - it was at the vet clinic where she goes for her dogs. sO we decided she would drive us. So I was on my way to meet her<taking the back roads> and was stopped by squads blocking the road. They were directing traffic off the road, toward the freeway. There was no way to continue on the direction I was going without taking the freeway. I'd NEVER driven on the freeway though I'd been a passenger on the route I would end up taking <freeway> many many times. So I took deep breath and plunged - pretty literally - onto the freeway/interstate. Glad no one was behind me. I got off as soon as I recognized on exit and knew I could continue on taking the back roads, as I'd planned. It was scary - but I had to do it. Put on my "big-girl" pants, ya know...I said to myself - I'm doing it for Cagney - a dog I once knew, who's still in my heart.....my heart dog, my Rottie...the talk was relating to that breed and Cagney's elderly sister would be at the talk. I had to go. So I went.